Eight Dates Novels & Stories

I had a promising internship at a prominent fashion company and would be working with the new line that had just been branched off. We had gotten an apartment downtown as soon as we graduated and planned on a rushed wedding so we could set in our prospective jobs by fall. The wedding was set for late August, and with all the planning I had done for the past six years, it was no problem. George and I spent every moment we could together knowing that once we were married and started our jobs, we wouldn't have much time together for several years. But it was still the perfect dream life. I must have jumped that man's bone a few dozen times in the first weekend of our engagement alone. We were i

"Just one date." "Just one."

She has hundreds of unread emails already, so it’s a little difficult to wade through the mess. She almost misses it as she’s scrolling, but she spots it just before it vanishes off the top of the screen—from late last night, there’s an email from Dara. It’s unusual for Dara to email her about work-related things. Usually, she’d just text her instead. Isabella clicks on the email, one eyebrow raised. --- **From:** Dara **Date:** August 5, 2021, 9:49 PM **Subject From: Dara Date: August 5, 2021, 9:49PM

"Mommy!" The little girl broke free from the man and ran over to me. My daughter, Rachel Larson, was six years old. On that trip to Kappa City, Ian and Rache departed a few days later than me. After a few days of not seeing me, she missed me terribly. I was busy dealing with her, not noticing Howard's ugly expression. "When on earth did you have a daughter?" "I forgot to tell you. I've gotten remarried. This is my husband and daughter."

“Of course! Since Eddy told me about Natasha, I started working on the wedding plans already. So, all it needs is some finishing. But who am I to decide when the couples are here? So tell me you two, what do you think?” Eddy and Natasha exchanged looks again. ‘I never thought her meaning of soon was in a month’s time!’ Natasha thought. “We had the exact same thing in mind! You wouldn’t believe it!” Eddy uttered. Natasha’s eyes widened before she could control herself. ‘What? Is he kidding right now?!’ “I’m surprised as well! It’s like we told her about it before.” Natasha mumbled and Eddy’s parents burst into laughter. “Well! That’s good. We have a date then! September 19, a day to paint Was

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

The ceremony goesgoesn on. "I now announce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!" Declared by the Mayor. "Aww, congratulations!" Bea hugged Anna and handed her a gifther gift. "Thank you." "Congrats, bro." Evan to Simon. "What time are you leaving?" "Later, 8 pm." "I thought you'll be leaving tomorrow. Aren't you exhausted today?" "We have to. They may have not known yet about our wedding but they'll eventually know later on."

She carefully opened it and read the content ‘We are inviting you, Chelsea Wilson, to Valerian Constatine’s Homecoming… she paused when she saw what was written An invitation? To Valerian’s party She went further, ‘Date: August 24, 20** What’s that day date 24 August 20**!!!!!! “ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!!” she roared like an angry lion Valerian sighed Fine, It was his fault “You’re just inviting me to a party which is holding less than five hours from now? “Girl, we decided on the last minute,” Damon muttered

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.

My favorite name among all the names of boys I know. I still remember that day during your burial. You told me on the vacation to wear the black dress I wore during our first date, so I did as you wanted. Then, I stayed after people left the cemetery. Even though the way you told me that you might show up tells that you, yourself, is not certain if you can really come, but you really did. I bit my bottom lip as I stared on the stone where your name was scribbled. It's only been a week that made it harder for me to accept. I just can't and it's just hard to do so.